Twenty
I miss the dolls and trains and naps during the rain.
I miss the coconut lip gloss and Justice that made us look insane.
I even miss the Tumblr posts and Oovoo chats lasting all night long.
I thought 9th grade dragged on, but I miss singing that Taylor Swift song.
Then, I turned eighteen completely unaware of what was to come.
Twenty is next year, but I am completely numb.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world